Strange friend, past, present, and to be;
Loved deeplier, darklier, understood;
Behold, I dream a dream of good,
And mingle all the world with thee. - Tennyson

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Conditioned

I can't even begin to think about Christmas until after Thanksgiving. The transition in stores from Halloween candy to Christmas candy within days is just too much to handle. It's just a different color wrapper and packaging, you know.

I can't think of sales, wrapping paper, or formulate lists to Santa until the Friday after Thanksgiving.. or "Black Friday" as the Economists or Retailers like to call it.

Even then, I don't really start to think about Christmas until December, or until there's snow on the ground.. or until, more recently, I have purchased my flight home for the holidays.